He watches how the water flows.
A scarlet stain begins to grow.
The asphalt drinks the heavy red.
Where someone left a quiet bed.
Liquid jewels on the concrete floor.
Open wide the iron door.
Crimson flora, bloom and spread.
Painting every gutter red.
The Latin names are in his head.
A garden where the light is dead.
He maps the vein and petal shape.
In a city with no escape.
Liquid jewels on the concrete floor.
Open wide the iron door.
Crimson flora, bloom and spread.
Painting every gutter red.
A single seed in oily grit.
Where the jagged edges hit.
He waits for roots to find the clay.
In the cold and salted grey.
Patience is a heavy root.
Waiting for the bitter fruit.
Deep in soil of brick and grime.
Taking all the stolen time.
Liquid jewels on the concrete floor.
Open wide the iron door.
Crimson flora, bloom and spread.
Painting every gutter red.
The streetlights hum a low blue tune.
Underneath a jaded moon.
He tends the leak with steady hand.
In this wet and wasted land.
Liquid jewels on the concrete floor.
Open wide the iron door.
Crimson flora, bloom and spread.
Painting every gutter red.
Bloom in the gutter red.
Bloom in the gutter red.
Sown in the rain.
